A mature married woman's confession

My English name is Catharine, I'm 167 cm tall, and I've dated five men, not including one-night stands. As a 40-year-old woman, I believe the size of a man's penis is 'really' important. While sexual technique is more important than penis size, having a large penis means you don't have to worry so much about technique. The most ecstatic shape for me is one that's large in the front and small in the back, with the glans significantly larger than the body. That's the best. You can feel the fullness of the penis entering the vagina, the tickling sensation of the glans scratching the vaginal walls, and the soft, tingling sensation of the glans hitting the sensitive flesh. And as the glans begins to withdraw from the vagina, the hard, protruding edge of the glans squeezes out thick nectar, scratching every crease of the tender flesh. Even if the penis is thick and long, if it's not firm enough and the undulations aren't very noticeable, it's not satisfying enough.

Of all the boyfriends I've dated, the largest penis was about 20 centimeters. The sensation during penetration was noticeably different; it was very pleasurable and made it easier to reach orgasm. Large penises have a fatal attraction for me, much like men are attracted to women with large breasts. Over a decade ago, when I worked at a memory testing factory in southern Taiwan, I had a one-night stand with an engineer from Belgium. Westerners' penises are much thicker and longer than Easterners'. I don't have a strong liking for Westerners, especially since they often have unpleasant body odor, but I'm completely powerless against large penises. When I saw the Belgian engineer's erect penis, I couldn't help but gasp and want to scream, staring wide-eyed at the enormous shaft, my body feeling like it was bound by a magic spell.

The Westerner's penis was a full nine and a half inches long, and when fully inserted, it went straight towards the cervix! The nearly two-inch-diameter penis stretched my tight vagina to its limit, so full and swollen that I could hardly breathe. It felt like I was about to die, yet it was so pleasurable. The foreigner's penis filled my small hole completely, even stretching my pubic bone wide open. It felt like my whole body was being torn apart, unbearable yet incredibly pleasurable—an indescribable sensation. When the huge penis went in and out, thrusting in and out, I would go even crazier, screaming incessantly, because the foreigner's penis could penetrate deeper. The pressure of the deep shaft shot straight to my throat, and the force of the deep and long impact sometimes reached the cervix. The pleasure of the cervix being penetrated was beyond words!

I loved that thick penis, but I was also terrified of its immense size. The foreigner ejaculated three times that night, and by the time I boarded my flight to leave Taiwan the next morning, I was exhausted and went back to work. My genitals felt red and swollen all day, and I worried that my vagina would loosen. Thankfully, a woman's size wouldn't be stretched loose just because she had sex with a large man once.

Even now, when I think back to when my vagina was filled and stretched to its limit, and the excruciating sensation of it thrusting in and out of me, I deeply understand the difference between Western and Eastern men.

Although I've lost count of how many times I've had sex, I still tend to be passive and cooperative during intercourse. My most common positions are missionary (face-on) and rear-entry.

I prefer missionary (face-on) because I can see his face, which makes me feel more at ease and intimate. This was the position I used when I was deflowered by a man for the first time.

My vulva is located relatively far back, so I need to use a cushion or pillow to elevate my lower back during intercourse.

Men often like me to kneel on the bed with my hands and knees on the floor, kneeling behind me and penetrating from behind. This is a wild position with unparalleled penetration depth, allowing for deep penetration, which feels very comfortable. My G-spot is very responsive to the friction of the penis. Men can also help stimulate my G-spot by placing my legs on their shoulders or under my buttocks with a pillow. This position also allows for deeper penetration, which can be a good supplement for men with smaller penises.

I really like the rear-entry position, where I lower my body and raise my buttocks, making it easier to hit my G-spot. The rear-entry position also allows for deep, forceful, and quick penetration. When a man uses this position to penetrate my tight, rosy vagina from behind, his penis can penetrate deeper. The vagina receives direct impact from the rear-entry position, and the pressure of the deep penetration goes straight to my throat. This rear-entry invasion creates a feeling of fullness in the lower body. When the penis enters fully with deep and long thrusts, it directly hits the cervix! Sometimes, the penetration was so deep it reached the cervix, and I felt completely paralyzed. The pleasure was indescribable!

The orgasm inside the vagina was incomparable to the orgasm from masturbation. My vulva was completely wet, and when the penis penetrated deep into my hole, it brought me to the extreme. I was practically in a trance. With my legs spread in a V-shape, I arched my body, my moans turning into sobs. My cheeks flushed, revealing an expression of being immersed in the ultimate orgasm. Just as I was on the edge of the climax, my hands were already wrapped around the man's waist and back. My cheeks were pressed against the man's chest, my teeth were biting my lower lip, and my lower body was uncontrollably arching upwards. I closed my eyes, panting, and immersed myself in enjoying the sweet afterglow.

Once a woman experiences vaginal orgasm, she really doesn't want to go back to masturbation. It's so amazing! The fluid from a squirt isn't as thick as vaginal lubrication, and it's also less odorless; it's a semi-transparent, colorless liquid. After I squirt, my vagina becomes very tight, and men love the feeling of their penis being gripped tightly by my vagina. So, even a penis that isn't too thick or large feels incredibly good to me at this point.

My best experience was achieving seven orgasms in one sexual encounter. During my first orgasm, the man was still thrusting wildly, and my orgasm lasted almost a minute. Unexpectedly, I immediately went on to have a second orgasm. That experience made me sleep for over ten hours to recover my energy. I'll never forget my experience with him, but a woman won't be tied down by sexual satisfaction. At least, that's how I am. Love is the most important thing. He can no longer give me that kind of enjoyment, but I still live a wonderful love life without dissatisfaction. I don't deny that I think of him when we have sex, but I would never go back to him for sex. I consider myself a devoted woman, so I would never have the thought of cheating. I won't remember my first time, but I will cherish the best sex.

My husband, Richard, is seven years older than me and works as a manager in the same department. When we make love, he's always gentle and slow, which is very sweet. His penis is quite large, and the connection between it and the vaginal walls is very strong. Even just simple back-and-forth thrusting increases the stimulation to the vagina, but it always feels like it lacks the firm, powerful feeling of a younger penis. That is, until I met my colleague, Jennifer, the man who made me experience orgasm again. I discovered that I enjoy being vigorously and wildly penetrated, the head of his penis slamming heavily against the cervix, the slapping of my buttocks, the creaking of the bed, our moans, and the man's sweat—all of these make me feel incredibly aroused.

Jennifer's penis is long, allowing for complete stimulation from the vaginal opening to the cervix. Because he's young, his erection is very strong, with his penis pointing upwards, and the head of his penis intensely stimulating the vaginal walls and the most sensitive G-spot.

However, progressing from slow to fast takes time. He entered very quickly at first, and to be honest, I couldn't get used to it. But after being treated like that, the gentle, slow entry and exit felt utterly tasteless.

Before marriage, Jeffrey had been pursuing me, and it wasn't until a year after our marriage that I had an affair with him. The first time we made love, I hadn't even taken off my skirt. I was kneeling on the sofa, and Jeffrey was thrusting into me from behind. His thick, long penis was powerfully and deeply penetrating my vagina, each thrust hitting deep into my flesh, slamming the large glans against my cervix, making me scream loudly.

Over the years, I've lost count of how many times I've had sex with Jeffery. Each time, I struggle between morality and desire, remembering that I'm a married woman and can't fall into that trap again. But whenever I see his large, erect penis standing proudly before me, its winding veins bulging on the thick, huge, and long shaft, with the glans swollen like a big plum at the top, it presents a fierce and imposing sight. I can't help but think of how it was inside me, how it almost killed me, and how I felt a strong "itch" and "emptiness" inside my body.

Whenever Jeffery's glans touched the inside of my thigh, my lower body trembled, my vaginal walls convulsed, and my whole body burned. The aroused desire made me weak and powerless. I would spread my legs, and his erect penis would touch my vulva, which was already somewhat wet. His penis would touch my rosy labia, which seemed to writhe impatiently. Jeffery would often grasp his penis and use the glans to tease and stroke the tender flesh of my everted labia, making my desire burn intensely. My lower body would tremble, my head would turn left and right, my brows would furrow, and my vulva would itch unbearably as if bitten by insects. I would grip the carpet tightly with my fingers. I had long forgotten the purity and chastity of a respectable woman; I only longed for the man's penis to quickly penetrate my flesh.

As the glans pushed aside the reluctant labia and squeezed into the tight, rosy vagina, she trembled involuntarily, her red lips parted slightly, and she let out a soft cry. Her beautiful eyes half-closed, and her two plump, snow-white legs climbed onto Jeffery's waist, intently savoring the shape and rhythm of the fresh penis.

Each time they made love, she felt a mixture of shyness and secret joy, terrified by her own reactions. Yet, a wicked, lustful need rose from her waist, feeling the thick penis entering her vagina, making it feel so full and comfortable. She felt a strange yet familiar giant rod pierce her body again, and the ecstasy it had once brought her vaguely resurfaced in her mind. She felt it sliding deeper and deeper… her already small and tight vagina was gradually filled and swollen by it, feeling so full and swollen.

At this point, I no longer cared which man was doing it; I only cared that this penis could remain hard, allowing my wet, juicy slit to continue its pleasurable clenching and friction. My slender waist and snowy buttocks swayed gently, responding to his thrusts. My long, firm legs were tightly wrapped around his waist, rubbing and entwining incessantly. My alluring feet were tightly wrapped around his waist, my slender waist and pink buttocks swaying, twisting, rising, and falling, responding to his frenzied thrusting and circling, making a series of "plop, plop" sounds, while I cried out in ecstasy.

After each time it was over, a shy and guilty expression would appear on my face. I was shy because I couldn't control my lustful desires; my buttocks had been actively seeking his thrusts, completely unlike my dignified and proper self, more like a wanton woman. I was guilty for indulging in the immoral pleasure of sex.

During my relationship with Jennifer, we started trying various positions, including the 69 position, which we only started trying with him. Since I was usually on top, I was already completely exhausted when my vulva was stimulated, making it difficult to even maintain a prone position, let alone perform oral sex on him. It was impossible to concentrate and enjoy the experience.

My colleague Jennifer's penis was 20 centimeters long, the largest and most beautiful I'd ever had (excluding one-night stands with foreigners). It was very straight, and when the pulse on it throbbed due to erection, I don't know if it's perverted, but I really liked that moment, and I often initiated oral sex on him.

Before intercourse, men would always ask me to perform oral sex on them. The familiar, slightly unpleasant smell of a man's penis might deter some people, but with years of experience, I was used to that stuffy, slightly nauseating smell. Every time, I would close my eyes, stick out my tongue, lick the man's round, protruding glans, roll my tongue around it, and then slide my lips into my mouth…

With her eyes closed, as she sucked on the man's glans, her mind was already a chaotic jumble. All other thoughts had been pushed aside and ceased to exist. It was as if only this round, large fleshy protuberance was the only "reality," filling her entire mouth and forcing her to suck on it forcefully. She pressed her lips tightly against the man's hard penis, sucking its large glans with all her might, while shaking her head from side to side and letting out high-pitched moans from her throat.

When performing oral sex on a man, it's common to accidentally eat his pubic hair halfway through. I usually start by licking the glans, gently biting his penis, and slowly taking his genitals into my mouth. My tongue just covers one side of the glans, and my lips encircle the shaft slightly beyond the glans. I hold his shaft with my hand, twisting my head from side to side to keep my tongue always on the swollen edge of the glans, while simultaneously rubbing his penis up and down with my hand. Then I take his penis into my mouth and suck on it, applying slight pressure, tightening my grip as I suck back – a tight feeling that I think men enjoy. My lips tightly encircle his swollen glans and shaft, gently teasing the tip of his glans with the tip of my tongue. My lips also begin to move up and down. After a few minutes, I switch to vacuum sucking, repeating the actions.

Many men always try to shove their penises as far down my throat as possible, especially when they ejaculate. They often hold my head with both hands and forcefully insert their penises deep into my mouth. When the penis reaches the deepest part of my throat, I naturally gag. At this time, I try to relax my throat so that the man can insert his penis to the deepest part of my throat.

The men I date usually like to ejaculate in my mouth. Often, they will thrust in and out of my vagina until they are about to ejaculate, and then put it into my mouth. Occasionally, because of my period, they will perform oral sex directly until ejaculation. Before a man ejaculates, his glans penis will be slightly swollen than when he is normally erect, and one or two drops of clear fluid will drip from the opening of the glans. When I see this and feel the opening of the glans opening, I know that the man is about to ejaculate. At this time, I will gently lick the very edge of his glans to further stimulate his pleasure. During ejaculation, he will move his hips to make his penis extend as far forward as possible. When the man begins to ejaculate in a convulsive manner, I will continue to suck his glans and keep his penis in my mouth.

Every man's semen tastes different, especially Western men's, which have a particularly strong flavor, possibly related to their dietary habits.

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